Don't Fall In Love With Me

Chapter 8

I couldn’t fall asleep.

Maybe it was the fact that I was lying next to someone who I had been practically obsessed with for quite some time, or maybe it was just a little drafty. It definitely wasn't the first one...

I glanced over towards the right side of the bed and noticed that Baekhyun’s breathing was spaced out and even. I poked at his arm, testing how heavy of a sleeper he was. He didn’t do anything. I said his name just above a whisper to see if he would respond: Again, nothing.

I figured he was in deep enough sleep for me to make it out of his room without waking him up. I slowly lifted my limbs off the bed. Luckily he had one of those fancy memory foam beds that make no creaking noise and hardly disturbed the other side of the bed.

Once I was standing, I quietly and carefully made my way over to his door. Thankfully there was no furniture obstructing the path to the door because the moonlight shining the window provided hardly enough light to see a couple feet in front of me.

I slowly opened the door and the hallway lights turned on as soon as I step foot outside. I gently shut the door behind me and quietly sighed in relief. I actually made it outside. I didn’t even know where to start.

I tiptoed my way over to the staircase. I figured that the first floor would probably be the safest place to start. Once down the stairs, the lights of the bottom floor illuminated just as they did earlier.

I found my way into his living room. The lavish couches were large and seemed to be made of expensive leather. They were all placed accordingly with the focal point of the room being the glorious fireplace. The fireplace took up more the half of the wall.

Just above the mantel was an extremely large family photo. Baekhyun and who I assumed was his sister sat in front of their parents. Baekhyun looked like he was about 13 in the picture and his sister looked about 17. His sister was absolutely gorgeous, practically goddess like. But their good looks obviously came from their parents.

Baekhyun never mentioned anything about his mom or sister, I thought.  A large book on the coffee table caught my eye. It was the only thing on the table. I glanced back to the staircase to check if anyone noticed I was downstairs before grabbing the book.

I sat on the couch and placed it in my lap. “Byun” was written in fancy cursive on the cover. After flipping the hard cover over, I realized that it wasn’t just any book. It was a photo album.

The first few pages were of his parents getting married and a few pages after that were of his pregnant mother. I skimmed through his sister’s childhood until baby Baekhyun appeared. Unfortunately, there weren’t any embarrassing photos of him. Only adorable ones that make the corners of your lips automatically turn up.

They seemed to be an ordinary happy family with no worries. What worries could a wealthy family face actually face?

Everything seemed perfectly fine until I turned a page and saw Baekhyun with his hand around a girl’s waist and his lips on her cheek. Jealousy burned inside me as I flipped through the pages. He was with this girl for a while. Could it have been that he was still with her? Was he cheating on her? And I was the other woman?

“I thought I told you not to go lurking through my house,” a voice whispered right into my ear. I nearly jumped out of my seat. I let out a sigh when I saw Baekhyun walk around the couch and sit down. “That’s Sohee.” His wall seemed to be down again. And it clearly showed in his eyes.

I glanced down at the photo album in my lap. “Did you love her?” I reluctantly asked.

He nodded his head and brought his knees up to his chest. He leaned his head on them and said, “I still do.” Ouch. There it was; that terrible feeling of a broken heart. But really, I only had myself to blame. He warned me. Was this what he was talking about?